This is a song about "Angel is not cool"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I think i'm seein' angel strings, my god! my brain is best soakin'!//

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

They think the rock is cool, they take and make it then,

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Forget about being the coolest, cause who is, to decide what cool is?

The only cool thing i can say is that i gave you my heart too soon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Rose an angel we saw precious,

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Bitch this shit is for every fuckin' kid who never played it cool,

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school